7:15 p.m., at a booth - max
Isobel still didn't quite know how she'd allowed Aurora to talk her into coming to this place; every surface looked like it needed to be wiped down ten more times with a much stronger cleaner, though the smell of cigarettes wafting through the air was at once both comforting and cloying. She'd ordered a simple martini from the person working the bar, and then tucked herself into a booth in the back while she tried to recognize others walking into the establishment. She didn't touch the martini - it was for show. She still hadn't taken a pregnancy test, afraid of the results, but the fact that her period was still MIA did not reassure her in the slightest.
Going out was supposed to help relieve her nerves, but instead she found herself feeling more off kilter. The music was a little too loud, the bar a little too grimey. She felt exquisitely out of place, more than she ever had elsewhere, and wished she'd traded her glasses for her contacts if she was truly going to attempt to make a go of this. Then she recognized the instructor from her self defense class and grabbed for the first bit of social interaction that might distract her from her other thoughts.
"Max, right? It was Max?" She made an attempt at a grin and patted the seat next to her. "Join me?"